Literally Pirateninja (shadowcat) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-05-29 22:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, kitty pryde (shadowcat), scott summers (cyclops) |
"Fight the dark things. Protect the things we love. Be ..."
Who: Kitty and Scott
what: A meeting about dreams
When: Lets say a few days ago
Where: A place with food
Status: Complete
Rating: PG
Kitty didn't remember much about Scott Summers. A name, a face, his power. He'd been present, and important. But that was all she remembered, at least from her dreams. For now.
She never knew when another one would rear it's head. Just last night she'd thought she was going to die to the Brood and offered herself to a 19 year old. She'd been 14 in the dream.
She was still feeling squicky about that as she sipped at a milkshake.
Scott parked, walking into the cafe. He could spot Kitty by her hair, and walked over, "Miss Pryde?"
"Mr. Summers. Have a seat! Call me Kitty."
He came over, sitting across from her. He took a moment to study the woman. She was a bit older than he recalled from his dreams, but probably not by much. She lacked the hard edge in her eyes he'd been familiar with, "Call me Scott."
Scott had wonderful eyes, Kitty thought with a pang. That they were locked away behind ruby quartz glasses was really something terrible. What did it feel like to look at the world in red?
"So..uhm." Kitty played with her straw, then tapped the side of her face next to her eyes, "Laser beams?"
He nodded his head, "Walk through walls?"
"Weird."
"Yes."
Kitty snorted, "I haven't..really had anything where you're centered in it? But you're always around. Important. This is crazy."
"Not crazy. Unusual, but not crazy. I've dreamed about others too."
"Me too." Kitty shifted in her chair. This conversation was making her uncomfortable. It was comfortable either with Obi, or Xi'an, "A blonde woman, who can read minds. Phoenix."
Scott nodded his head, replying quietly, "Neither want to think about it. There are times when I want to ignore it, myself." Usually when the dreams were their darkest, and his vision was recovering.
"You and me both. But there's something going on and..." She wanted to go through a wall again. She wanted that power so badly she was afraid the need could consume her if she let herself focus on it too much, "I know other people with dreams. But they dream of different things. I know five who share similarities with mine, including you. I'm in love with one."
For Scott, he wasn't sure if he wanted that power locked away in his eyes. It was so destructive that he feared what could happen if he ever truely let go. He raised his eyebrow at the L word, "Love? Me too."
Kitty snorted, "I'm not sure the Ice Queen is someone you want to pursue, but I can see the appeal."
Ice Queen? Scott mouthed, then shook his head and chuckled, "I'm not sure I want to know. But I know what I feel when I dream and what I feel when I wake up."
Something in Kitty's brain still objected to this whole Scotty and Emma thing. She wasn't sure what it was just yet. She knew she felt animosity towards Emma, though that was dulled by the recurring conversation from the bullet, just a tiny bit.
She leveled a look at Scott, "You know we sound like crazy people, right?"
"I wake up blind, then my vision goes red, then it goes back to normal," Scott replied. The doctors had found nothing, and he hadn't thought of a way to tell Emma that. He didn't want to think he really was losing his mind. So finding someone like Kitty, who'd shared some of these dreams and actually was willing to talk about it instead of bury her head in the sand? It was a relief.
"I walked through a wall. I can't reproduce it yet."
Scott didn't even bat an eye, "What do you think is happening?"
Pop culture overload Kitty thought, but shrugged and said aloud, "I don't have an answer that doesn't involve time travel or alternate universes. It sounds like a bad science fiction movie."
"I'm tired of turning away from it. Whatever it is. There's going to be something coming. A fight, for survival, I don't know. There's always urgency in the dreams."
Kitty looked down at her hands, then pushed some hair behind her ear, "We're hunted. Because we're different. There's a man with a dream."
"Charles Xavier?"
She nodded her head, squinting a little, "Yeah."
"The dream died," Scott replied. "Somewhere along the way, the dream died. I haven't seen where, or how. Or if it was one long inevitable slide."
"In some of my dreams I'm very bitter. In others I'm still idealistic. So I don't know. But things do seem to get worse. No wonder some people want to put their heads in the sand." Kitty finished her milkshake, "I feel like I should. But I don't want to. There are good things, wonderful things, amazing things. I can't turn away from those just because of a little heart ache or a little angst."
Somehow, that sounded more like Kitty was supposed to sound, in Scott's mind. He smiled and nodded his head, and decided to ask her what Shepard had asked him, "And what about love. Do you dream of your soul mate?"
"I don't believe in soul mates," Kitty replied. "But I royally fuck that up. I'm not going to repeat that mistake with her again. Do you really think Frost is your soul mate?" What about Jean she wanted to ask. She didn't.
Scott's mind went to his most recent dreams. Secrets, dark, terrible ones and yet their minds opened fully to one another, "Yes."
"Your funeral."
"I get that a lot."
Kitty laughed, "So, boss. What are we gonna do about all this?"
"Fight the dark things. Protect the things we love. Be ..."
"Astonishing?" Kitty provided.
"Yes. Be astonishing."